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Two months had passed since Stark publicly declared himself as Iron Man.

A little over a month ago, Musk Stephenson received a major contract—to construct a brand-new villa atop a cliff overlooking the Malibu coastline.

The client was demanding, extremely generous with payment, and, from what people whispered, had an incredibly strong background. Not only had they purchased the entire hilltop, but they had also acquired a vast stretch of surrounding land. Every bureaucratic process had been smoothed over as if no one dared to interfere.

In California's construction industry, Blackheart Architecture was a well-known name. While not the largest firm, it had built its reputation on speed, quality, and exorbitant fees.

But what truly baffled competitors was the peculiar habit of the company's owner—he personally oversaw every project, on-site.

That owner was none other than Musk Stephenson.

Lately, the world had been set ablaze with Iron Man news. The stock market was soaring, and investors were going wild. Some people were selling everything they owned, leveraging themselves into debts they could never repay, betting their entire futures on Stark Industries, the rising juggernaut of the century.

Others, however, were convinced that Stark's current success was nothing more than a fleeting bubble—fireworks burning bright before inevitable collapse. They spent their days obsessively analyzing the perfect moment to short Stark Industries, hoping to strike when the illusion crumbled.

Stephenson?

He couldn't care less about any of it.

Booms and busts were beyond his control. He only cared about running his company.

His life's ambition was simple: make enough money—more than enough—to live a life of absolute extravagance and freedom. He wanted to buy an entire private island and spend the rest of his sinful existence indulging in whatever he pleased.

And Blackheart Architecture was the golden road leading straight to that dream. He had poured his sweat, blood, and soul into this company, building it into what it was today.

Now, the project was nearly halfway complete, and the construction site was a hive of frenzied activity.

Heavy machinery rumbled in the background, the air thick with the scent of dust and concrete. Workers bustled under the scorching sun, drenched in sweat, their bodies aching but their hands never stopping.

And there, moving among them, was Musk Stephenson—a figure that stood out like a sore thumb.

Or rather, a figure that didn't belong at all.

He was dressed in a full suit and tie, a sleek custom-made black hard hat perched atop his head. In one hand, he held a thick stack of fresh, green dollar bills, waving it like a battle standard.

His voice boomed across the site, impossibly loud, as if he had a built-in megaphone.

"All right! Keep it moving! Faster, you lazy bastards! This is happy work hour, get your asses in gear!"

"Work like your life depends on it! Weekly bonuses! Monthly bonuses! Year-end bonuses! Do you still want them or not?!"

Stephenson's sharp eyes darted around, scanning the entire site like a predator hunting prey. He refused to let a single lazy worker slip past his watch.

Then—he spotted him.

A worker in a yellow hard hat standing still for over ten seconds.

Stephenson's expression darkened as he stalked forward silently.

SMACK!

A fistful of cash landed directly on Yellow Hat's head.

"Hey! What the hell are you slacking off for?! I saw you!"

SMACK! Another hit.

SMACK! And another.

Yellow Hat shrank back, clutching his helmet as if it could feel pain. He looked deeply wronged.

"Boss, it's not that I don't want to work! The machine broke!"

"The steel cutter jammed—it won't move!"

Stephenson snapped his fingers, his mouth twisting into a feral snarl, eyes bulging with rage. He looked like he was about to devour someone on the spot.

"The machine broke? AND?! That's your excuse?! You break down too, just like the machine?! Why didn't you report it?! And after reporting it, why aren't you doing something else?! See those bricks over there?! Pick them up! Use your hands! Use your shoulders! Hell, use your damn head if you have to! MOVE. RIGHT. NOW!"

"Move your asses, damn it! FASTER!"

With a loud slap on the worker's chest, Stephenson casually stuffed a crisp bill into his shirt pocket.

Then, he roared:

"DID I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

Yellow Hat immediately snapped to attention, standing straight like a soldier.

"YES, BOSS!" he bellowed.

"Good. Now get back to work."

Stephenson waved him off, pulling out his radio in one swift motion.

"MAINTENANCE! MAINTENANCE! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! GET OVER HERE! NOW!"

"Yes, boss, I'll be right—"

Click.

Stephenson hung up mid-sentence and continued his all-seeing patrol, pointing at random workers as he barked orders.

"YOU! And YOU! Don't think I'm not watching! GET MOVING! Did you skip breakfast or something?!"

Then, he raised both arms and shouted:

"COME ON! ANSWER ME! DO YOU WANT EXTRA DINNER TONIGHT?!"

"YES!!!"

The workers' voices boomed in unison, shaking the dust in the air.

Satisfied, Stephenson finally started to feel a little winded from all the yelling. He climbed onto a nearby concrete pillar, plopped himself down, and cracked open a bottle of ice-cold water.

Taking a deep, refreshing gulp, he let out a long sigh and surveyed the busy construction site below.

His gaze was filled with pure emotion.

You guys… are my wings.

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Time passed quickly, as fleeting as a white horse galloping across a field.

Soon, winter had arrived, and the school was in the midst of exam week.

At Stark's villa, in the living room, a breakfast set neatly on the table: a cup of oat milk, two crispy fried dough sticks, and a soft-boiled egg.

In a foreign land, it was important to take care of oneself. While savoring the flavors of another country, one should also remember the tastes of home.

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